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I want you guys to meet someone.

James.

You're my girlfriend.

I love you too.

I'm pregnant.

I might have to have a baby.

Which university are you going to if you get your grades?

Cardiff. New York.

Wow. You two must really love each other.

I don't want to go.

I might come.

Tony fucked up. Sid fucked up.

Giles fucked up worse than any of us, but it doesn't all have to turn to shit.

I'll love you forever, Sid.

You will?

Yes.

That's the problem.

Welcome to the radio.

Rock and roll show.

Welcome to the radio.

Five style.

Welcome

to

the radio.

Rock and roll show.

I'm loving that.

Oh, yeah, Cassie.

Great.

Mmm, yeah.

And your little finger.

Sid.

Sid?

Yeah, and your thumb.

Sid! Sid!

Tony.

Hi.

How come I... You locked yourself out.

Right. So I came here.

We'd been drinking. You thought we were still best friends.

How come we were drinking?

We all went out.

Michelle's idea to cheer up Joe.

Well, take her mind off it anyway.

And did it?

No.

Final question. My hand being on my bollocks.

That's just you.

Right.

You should forget about her.

Who? Cassie.

What? Who's talking about her? She's gone. She's done it before. It's time to

move on.

Already forgotten about her. Haven't thought about her for days.

Right.

I'm just saying.

Yeah, I hear what you're saying, Tone, but, well, one, I wasn't talking about

that. B, today's about A, Chris, and B, results, so that leaves no room for

three, Cassie, and D, it's none of your business.

I got that slightly confused.

You know if you want to talk... Why would I want to talk to you?

As there is one thing... Yeah?

What, are you naked too?

No, again, that's just you.

Right, well, I know it's your bedroom, but would you mind getting out of bed

first?

OK, Sid.

Come on,

Mum. Sid.

Sid, where have you been?

I've been up all night. I thought you'd done something stupid.

I forgot my keys. I slept at Tony's. I didn't want to wake you.

Sid, are you okay?

Yes.

I know today's going to be difficult.

When we buried your dad.

Mum. It's just, I could call in sick if you like.

If you want to talk.

Sid, wait.

This came for you.

And this?

Looks like girl's handwriting. Mom.

So, this is odd.

You, me, my bedroom, my bed.

I need answers, Cassie.

I need answers right now.

But...

Can I speak to Sid Jenkins, please?

You are?

Oh, you're Sid.

Oh, I was imagining you'd be fatter for some reason, you know, with bigger ears.

Sorry, Facebook.

I looked you up on Chris's Facebook. You left more comments in his box than any

of the other children.

Don't have any photos of you there, though, do they? Just little pictures of

Batman characters.

I like Batman.

Right.

Sorry, but who are you?

Oh, did I not introduce myself? I'm Graham. Graham Miles.

You're Chris's dad?

Yes, that's right. Can I come in?

So... Would you like a drink? We've got more or less everything.

Tea, coffee, whiskey beer, orange, apple, chocolate milk... No, thanks,

fine.

I've come about the funeral.

Right. Yeah, you see, the thing is, I've got a lot of relatives coming to this

funeral.

Sid. Some from as far away as Basingstoke. Basingstoke. Yes, and they

remember Chris as a kind, gentle, fun-loving boy, and I'd really like to

maintain that image.

And I think the best way of maintaining that image is you not coming.

What? I don't want you at the funeral.

Any of you friends.

William. It won't spoil anything.

I mean, and Chris, he was totally a fun-loving guy. Don't tell me what my

son was, OK?

I know what he was.

And I know what you are.

The junkie friends who brought him down with them.

But... I'm his father. It's my son's funeral. You will respect my wishes. Is

that clear?

Crystal. Good.

I'll find my own way out.

He can't do this. Are you sure? If we talk to him... He's a psycho.

Right.

Chris is our friend.

He knows it's our funeral.

Don't take it so personally.

He's just throwing his weight around.

Fuck you.

No, Sid.

I know how you feel. Like you do.

You don't know how I feel these days.

Postcards. Fucking results.

And dads.

And no, we're not even allowed to bury our friend.

And you don't even care. So why are you here?

Sid, what do you want me to do?

No, I didn't... I don't know.

It's just... I never get to say goodbye.

Sid.

Well, you know, you're right.

Sid and Tony. Tony and Sid. It's pathetic.

Me coming to you all the time, hoping for what?

What am I?

You're fucking... Look, it's fine.

We'll have our own funeral. Yeah, great.

A funeral with no coffin.

And then we'll sit around and see him come by fucking hour.

So let's steal it.

What?

Let's steal the coffin.

What?

We're going to steal Chris's funeral.

Anwar?

Anwar, are you masturbating? Mum!

Sorry.

Thought it was a more interesting thing to ask than are you asleep.

Because if you have to ask are you asleep, then chances are they are

asleep. But with masturbating, who can be sure?

So?

What?

So what?

We made a pact, Mum. No results till after the funeral.

Mark of respect.

I can boil a very hot pan, steam it open, no one will ever know. I'll know.

If the grades aren't good, you can always work with your father.

I know.

You look very handsome, my son.

I'll make kulfi with lunch.

Special.

You just go back to what you're doing.

Do some more masturbating.

Drink up, baby.

Stay up all night with the things you could do. You won't, but you

might. The potential you'll be that you'll never see.

The promises you'll only make.

Drink up with me now.

Forget all about the pressure of days.

Jell. Jell, should we get dressed?

Funerals at three.

Have you ever climbed inside a duvet cover?

Yeah.

Will you?

Yeah.

Well,

this is nice.

It's like we're at a sleepover. I had the abortion.

Okay.

I would have come with you. No.

I need to do it alone.

Okay.

I think we should get out of here.

But I want to stay.

I know somewhere we can go.

Zoos are a great place to think about stuff.

Yeah? Yeah.

It's just... It's weird. I get my grades, succeed, and I'm off to York

and Tony goes to Cardiff and we're 600 miles apart.

And that doesn't feel like success.

It doesn't feel like much reward.

You think I've made a mistake, don't you?

You do.

I know you, Michelle.

I think you've made the hardest decision I've ever known anyone to make.

That's what I think.

Why are we here?

Special treat.

Take my mind off it because I'm not ten and I don't like animals.

No.

We're not here to take your mind off it.

This is where I first met Chris.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I was seven. His mum got talking to mine, and he was this funny little kid

with his hands down his pants, doing impressions at the fish.

I don't know if he thought he could talk to them, or... I'm

not saying forget about him.

Because you can't, and you shouldn't.

He was special.

But I just think... Fuck it.

What?

Like Chris.

He said, fuck it. I'll do it my way.

And the people that love me will understand why I'm doing it, because

they love me.

Fuck it.

Come on.

You don't think he'd say exactly that if he was standing here?

Probably be too busy talking bollocks about the fish.

Fuck it for Chris?

Okay.

Fuck it for Chris.

Say it like you mean it.

Fuck it.

Fuck it, fuck it!

Come on, Jemima.

Fuck it!

Here we are.

Is this him?

No. It's me as a boy.

Nice looking boy.

Not nice looking.

It's just it looks like you have a nice personality.

But obviously attractive.

I'm not saying that you weren't.

It's quite rare to have a funeral without a woman, a mother, a sister,

a girlfriend, a wife.

Bit of a novelty, really. His mother left.

And his stepmother.

Oh, right.

It's nice, though, isn't it? Father burying his son.

It's not nice.

Novelty for me, though.

Right.

Very powerful bond, fathers and sons.

Like mothers and daughters, but different. Less oestrogen.

You just stole... You just stole my son!

Water's running in the wrong direction.

Got a feeling it's a mixed up sign.

And then it drops and catches like fire.

It's a self-dash. It's a self-dash. It's the sound of the underground.

The beat of the drum rolls round and around.

Into the overflow.

Let the girls get down to the sound of the radio. Out to the land right now.

Get in, you bitch!

Fuck.

It's really gone.

Yeah.

You know, we could get in real trouble for this.

It might be really stupid and... We need to say goodbye, Sid.

We all do.

Thing is, though...

After this, there's fuck all to say goodbye to.

Chris Gunn.

Dad Gunn.

Fucking Cassie.

You and me, we're... Yeah.

What are we, Sid?

Tiny... Shit!

Shit! It's him! It's him!

We're under control.

Tony! Tony!

Tony!

I played with your heart.

Gotta love somebody.

Uncomfortable? You're my boyfriend and we're going to be living together.

You know, that makes you one of us.

There's no need to feel uncomfortable.

Maxie, there's a coffin in the room.

How's that not uncomfortable?

Anyone thought what's going to happen to those fish?

I mean, someone's got to take them.

Hi.

Hi, Max.

Hi, Maxie. Hi, James. You all right?

We just had a really good morning.

Yeah, we had a pretty interesting time too.

Is that why?

is that doing here?

Funny story, actually.

Chris's dad came to see me and he said we couldn't go to the funeral because we

were all junkies. So I went to Tony and Tony said to me... What the fuck have

you done?

The thing is, Jo... Give it back.

What the fuck were you thinking? He didn't hear what he said.

He wouldn't bury Chris as Chris.

This is for Chris. We did it for Chris. You did it for who?

No, I'm not saying... What right have you?

You stupid, stupid!

Look, you're not listening. No, you're not listening.

There's other ways to do this.

Give it back.

Now!

But... Tony!

You do as she says.

OK.

I did say sorry, didn't I?

It wasn't your fault.

I didn't think to lock the boot.

You know, you just don't think.

I'm not a thinker.

I don't think.

Why would they do this to me?

Asbo culture.

Or Arabs. It's one of the A's.

My son.

It was my son.

Well, the police are on their way.

They'll find it.

Him.

It. The coffin.

How am I going to explain this?

Right, I'm going to need an empty coffin and some ballast.

Oh, right.

Ballast. I've got relatives coming expecting a funeral. It's the only

solution.

Oh, no, it isn't.

I think I know what's best. Well, then, the best just got better.

I suppose we'll just have to hope it's the right coffin.

I didn't know anywhere else to go.

I worked hard.

I worked really hard.

And then these.

What grace did you need?

Have you ever played the five-year test?

What? No, I don't think so.

It's not that wanking game, is it?

Maxie.

What do you think he'll be in five years' time?

Easy. Dancing in a London show.

Gel? Playing the clarinet in some really good orchestra.

Michelle? Working some slick jobs in some fine suits.

Now you.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

I haven't thought about it, have you?

No. I'll be with my friends, having a laugh.

Somewhere. But don't you get it?

They've got their plans, their futures.

And you're not in them.

And you're so much better, are you?

You've made any plans, have you? I'm going to stay here.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

They'll smile every time you call them.

They'll just take longer to return your cause.

Being left behind, Anwar, that's not such a big problem.

You'll just have new friends.

New friends like me.

I am the resurrection and the life.

He who believeth in me, though he were dead, saith the Lord, yet he shall live.

Deliver your servant, Christopher.

I've been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today.

The advice he'd give me.

Would you be something like... You know what, babe?

Fuck it.

These guys know all about me.

Tell them about someone different.

So I thought I'd say something about a hero, Chris's.

A man called Captain Joe Katinga.

In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe

ascended 32 kilometres into the stratosphere.

And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out.

He fell for four minutes and 36 seconds, reaching 714 miles per hour before

opening his parachute five kilometers above the earth.

It had never been done before and it's never been done since.

He did it just because he could.

And that's why Chris loved him.

Because the thing about Chris was he said yes.

He said yes to everything.

He loved everyone.

Forever and ever.

Amen. He was the bravest boy, man, I knew.

And that was... He slung himself out of a foil balloon every day.

Because he could.

Because he was.

And that's why.

And that's why.

We... We loved him.

Who are these people?

Arabs.

Graham, if you would like to put some soil on the carpet now.

Two's on that. Ciao.

You all right?

Did you get a light? Yeah.

And a phone.

There you go.

See you, Mum.

Cheers.

Results o'clock, I think.

You know, Chris would want us to have a party. A proper blowout before you guys

all leave.

But, mate, I'm leaving tonight.

Tonight?

Yeah. Me and James are on the late coach to London.

Here you go, Tony. Oh, truth is, we're all busy, Anwar.

Maybe at Christmas when we come back, yeah?

Right, then.

No peeking.

Tony.

Three A's and a B.

Cardiff it is, then.

Yeah, and if anyone gets me a bar-bar fuck sheep, I'll kill them.

So, who's next?

Sydney.

BCC.

Yay, Sydney boy.

Good job.

Maxi.

Maxi.

B-E.

B-E.

B. Not bad.

I-B-I-B.

Nice one, mate.

Chuck us the back shell.

Jolanda.

It'll be fine, Jo.

Two A's and a C.

Hey, I knew you'd do it. Well done, Jo.

Look at it.

Well done, Jo.

Yeah. Well done, Jo.

Jo.

B-A-O.

Well done.

Looks like you're off to York. Well played, Chell.

Going on.

Still one left.

Anwar.

Has he gone? Yeah, where is he? He was here a minute ago.

They've already been opened.

He'll be fine. They weren't really hard.

Too easy on you.

How fine is that?

You were right what you said earlier.

Was I?

Yeah.

Totally right.

And I never came here to talk to you about that.

I came... I wanted to invite you ice skating.

What? Or to the cinema.

Maybe bowling.

I've never been temping bowling before, but I might be good, so... Or we could

eat something, or do something.

Or

we

could have sex.

We've stole that oyster.

Let's just... Let's just start this life, shall we, Anwar?

Just handing nipples around at the wake.

Said I'd gone to the toilet.

Right.

Wasn't good at it, being his dad.

Some people just aren't built for parenthood, I guess.

A bit used.

There's some clean bits on the other side.

Sorry, just... You sound just like him.

Well, he was my son.

So, I'm guessing, right, that you were his girlfriend?

Yeah. Good, good, yeah.

You seemed like a nice girl.

Yeah, he would have liked me.

Sorry that I didn't invite you to the funeral.

Fuck it.

The idea that you cared enough to ban us all, who would have liked that?

You fought for all the wrong reasons, but you fought.

No, in some ways today couldn't have gone better.

Because what she gave away is not worth

any more.

He doesn't want you to find him, does he?

He's my best friend. I know, Maxie, but he'll be fine.

Hi.

Hey.

I just... I just wanted to say goodbye and good luck.

Thanks, man.

Listen, it'd be really shit. We're gonna find the cheapest rooms we can and we're

gonna have no money for food or booze, but... Fuck it. Why don't you come?

What?

It'd be fun.

And... I really want you there, man.

But aren't I, you know, supposed to be deciding about my future?

Moving on and doing all that stuff?

Fuck the future, dude.

Come to London and have a laugh.

You know I don't have any pants, right?

Dude, no one wears pants in London.

Come on, you need to run.

U.K.

Well, there's sex in the sunny day.

It shines down on both of me.

And I love the U.S.A.

So share the modern world with me. What's that, hon?

Oh, it's supposed to be lucky.

And share the modern world with me.

So, the three of us, in the car, together again.

Yeah.

We've all seen each other naked.

Which is nice.

One small question.

Where are we going, Tim?

Oh, yeah.

What's this?

Open it.

New York?

Why would I want to go to New York?

She's thin. She's blonde.

She says.

Wow. It's overtone. Me and Cassie are done. You said so yourself.

Don't look at me.

You'll find her.

I just will.

Right.

So... This is it.

Right.

Good luck.

Right. Yeah.

Thanks... for the ticket.

Tony. I know.

But... Three things, Sid.

One, get rid of the hat.

It makes you look retarded.

Right.

Two...

I

always loved you the best, Sid.

Three.

I can't think of a three.

Three,

I'm going to miss my flight.

Yeah.

I ain't scared of lightning.

Come on and do your worst.

If they gave degrees, a cheating destiny, then

man,

I've got a thirst.

No, I ain't scared of lightning.

Thunder never kills.

I was born in a summer storm I live there still

What

if?

What if?

I'm not ready for this.

For what?

All of this.

What you sort of need to be.

You know, the first time I met you, I knew.

I just knew I wanted to have sex with you.

We were good, weren't we?

We were better than that.

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling wrong in the time of my life.

Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.

I'll go to Paris, shoot some heroin, be fun with the stars.

Island and the cocaine and the American cars Excuse me, my name is Sam, what's

this doing?

Excuse me, have you seen this girl? This is our decision to be fast and die young

Excuse me, have you seen her? Excuse me, I'm really, really sorry, have you seen

her? Now let's have some fun

Our brothers and our friends We're fated to

pretend To pretend

We're fated to pretend

To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.

I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.

I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.

and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.

Love must be forgotten like in our start of the new.

To pre-order your DVD of Skin Series 2 or the Series 1 and 2 box set, go to

channel4.com slash shop.

And tomorrow at nine, a couple of million dollars should be enough for a

wild birthday party in dirty, sexy money.

And that's followed at ten by Jerry Halliwell spicing up the Friday night

project for Justin Lee Collins and Alan Carr.

Coming up next on four, a movie special.

Daniel Craig talks about his new role in Flashbacks of a Fool.